Liz Lemon meets Martha Stewart

Operation: Get Lean

I posted on Instagram earlier this week about how I’m doing a three-week cut to try and lean out a little and my friend Sarah peer pressured me into blogging about it. So if this post sucks, you can blame her.

First off, a little background: my friends Abigail and Carolyn (hi, guys!) came to visit me at the end of June, and we had a great time. I dragged them around to my favorite local restaurants, and we ate lots of food and drank lots of cocktails. And then the Fourth of July rolled around, and I ate lots of food and drank lots of cocktails. And then my birthday happened, and I ate lots of food and drank lots of cocktails.

Not surprisingly, my monthlong trip to Sangria Town, Population: Me did a bit of damage scale-wise – I usually weigh around 132, and I weighed 137 Monday morning. I’ve been wanting to get leaner for a few months now, so I figured this was the perfect time to adjust my macros and see where I wind up! I don’t really have a specific end weight in mind: I’m going to weigh myself regularly because I like data, but mostly I’m going to go with how I feel during my workouts. (And yes, I will take before/after photos and post them here at the end.)

On rest days, my fat goes up to 70g and my carbs go down to 35g. You read that right. Thirty-five. THREE-FIVE. I apologize in advance for the things that will come out of my mouth on my rest days.

It’s alarming that all the relevant gifs I’m finding to depict my life are from Toddlers & Tiaras.

And speaking about inappropriate things coming out of my mouth, we’re about to take a sharp turn into Rants-ville, but I feel like it needs to be said: You wouldn’t believe how many people feel inclined to tell me their opinions about how female bodies should look the second I tell them I coach CrossFit. So it came as no surprise that many of the people I’ve told about my little cut experiment have felt the need to weigh in with their two cents on my body composition goals. I get a lot of, “But you don’t NEED to lose weight!” and “Be careful, or you’ll start looking like a man!” (If you say that to me, you risk getting punched in the throat which will hurt extra bad on account of my ULTRA MASCULINE ARM MUSCLES.) One person was like, “If you think YOU’RE fat, you must think I’m huge!”

So, here’s the thing: I DON’T THINK I’M FAT. Saying I want to get leaner does not mean I dislike my body. Or that I dislike YOUR body if you’re built differently than I am. My primary goal is getting better at my sport, which involves lots of pull ups and muscle ups and handstands and push ups, which are easier to do if your body has enough fat to support performance but not weigh you down excessively. I do OK at these movements with my “normal” bodyweight, and I’d like to see if I’m better at them if I’m a little leaner. Saying I want to get leaner is not a commentary on how I feel anybody else’s body should look. It’s me wanting to feel less shitty after doing ring dips. END OF STORY.

(This post went downhill fast. #blamesarah)

Anyway, I’m going to be primarily posting about this over on Instagram, but I’ll try and check in here along the way as well.

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